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Mr. Meadows

Several years ago, I worked with a woman who had an acquaintance by the name of Mr. Meadows. Mr. Meadows was a man from her community, who evidently had a substantial supply of wine. Other than that, very little is known of him.

My co-worker would speak fairly regularly -- though not frequently enough for me to think she had a drinking problem -- of going to Mr. Meadows' house, where she consumed several (usually three, if I remember correctly) glasses of wine.

This limited knowledge of Mr. Meadows might lead some to speculate, as there are many unanswered questions. Was he a creepy old man with an endless wine supply, or just some older, respectable, friendly fellow with a copious supply of wine? What kind of wine was it? Boxed? Why did this co-worker speak of beating her cat when she came home from Mr. Meadows' house? Did he have some kind of evil mind-control over her? Was he Satan, or perhaps one of his agents? Ah, so many unanswered questions.

I prefer to think of Mr. Meadows as a friendly old man who was well-known and liked by everyone. I imagine it was a small community, where Mr. Meadows generously shared his home, and wine, with his neighbors.

Tonight, in honor of this man, I drank three glasses of wine. I have no plans to beat my cat into oblivion, however.

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  1. I think he was a dirty old man luring young women to his trailer with Franzia!

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